Anne (a little frazzled) at American Girl Place, 3/22/08
It wasn't until I was engulfed by the throngs of women, children and their dolls at American Girl Place on Saturday did I fully understand why Mom and Dad never wanted to spend much time at Disney World's Magic Kingdom. It seemed like every time the we had just exited the Pirates of the Carribean ride ready for the second go round, Dad would burst our bubble with, "We're going to Epcot. You love Epcot." Which was code word for "Germany" and Germany was code for "booze"--and in other words, "We're going the place where Mom and Dad can get adult beverages which make us want to beat the piss out of you... less."
Needless to say, American Girl Place has figured out--girls and dolls and booze do mix. Thankfully, adult beverages are on the menu at their Cafe, and a terrific time was had by all. A fanstastic photo montage will follow at some point about my afternoon at American Girl Place with a wonderful little girl who just turned 7. Hurray for turning 7! Hooray for booze! Hooray!
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